Painted parade, a slave to the trade, can't sleep in the bed that you've made Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong, but you've been alone far too long
You'll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir you've always obeyed, to be sure Feet to the fire, they call you a liar this cannot be what you desire
Council the weak, they think you're a freak, a future that's hopelessly bleak Confused by success, your life is a mess, yet they can convince you you're blessed
Don't come with me, I won't set you free, 'cause that's not where you need to be And no, I'm not confused, although you're abused, I see it's this life that you choose
Painted parade, a slave to the trade, can't sleep in the bed that you've made Daddy was wrong, you could have been strong, but you've been alone far too long
You'll never be pure, yes madam, yes sir you've always obeyed, to be sure Feet to the fire, they call you a liar this cannot be what you wantTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
